This is a good one by James Tate from his book The Oblivion Ha Ha, 1967
The President Slumming
In a weird, forlorn voice
he cries: it is a mirage!
Then tosses a wreath of scorpions
to the children,
mounts his white nag
and creeps off into darkness,
smoking an orange.
Can you guess which president this is?
Now try one yourself and share. Write an obscure, abstract poem using symbolism, about someone or something that you want your reader to “get”.